12. Chapter 11 #2
“Eight,” I breathe as I pin my girl's arms above her head two hours later, and her chest moves quickly, and I eye it, seeing the sweat building.
Fuck that is hot.
“You still have two more pins, mister, and only an hour left,” she reminds me, and I grin a wolfish grin at her before I bend my head slightly and bite her nipple through her sports bra, causing her to gasp as she arches her back.
“That’s cheating,” she chokes, and I bite her nipple one more time before I nip her neck, and she moans as she lifts her hips, and my cock throbs.
“If it means I win,” I murmur against her sweaty skin, and she giggles as she reminds me, “We’ve never actually finished a session,” and I look up at her and grin wide just as my phone rings for the second time.
“Go get it, it could be important, and I’ll practice my moves on the bag,” she breathes full of lust, and I chuckle as my phone stops ringing, then beeps.
Shaking my head, I climb off my girl then help her up but instead of letting go of her hand, I yank her into my body then grab her ass and remind her, “Two more pins and this is mine,” before I gently kiss her jaw making her suck in a breath and before I do something stupid and take her lips with mine knowing I’m not ready yet with my fucked up mind.
I let go of her and climb out of the ring before going to the wall and pressing the down button for the punching bag.
Winking at my girl, who looks at me while biting her bottom lip, I walk over to the desk and grab my phone to see four missed calls from Trick and five messages.
I frown and open our text thread.
Trick:
Answer your phone.
Trick:
Fuck Knuckles, answer your fucking phone.
Trick:
I can’t come there without tipping off Kodi, fucking answer.
“What the fuck,” I mutter with confusion as I read Trick’s panicked texts and scroll down to the last two messages.
Trick:
Shit, you two are fucking aren’t you, and I’m going to have to text you what I know…
I blink at his message, but his last one has me tensing.
Trick:
Clarks in tears. Kodi accepted a job in Boston. Call me when you can.
Mother fucker!
My jaw ticks as I re-read the message before I look at my girl sharply to see her practicing her stance, unaware that I’ve just realized what she meant earlier when she said four weeks. I swear to fuck, I’m ready to throw her over my shoulder.
I’m not surprised that she didn’t tell me, but like fuck am I allowing her to leave, especially when she thinks I’ll be kissing her before she goes, because she knows full well I won’t let her go after my lips touch hers.
It won’t be a good-fucking-bye kiss.
“I’ve just got to make a call to Trick, practice your side kicks for me before I pin you two more times,” I call out, trying to keep my voice light despite my rage, and she grins as she nods.
She looks fucking sexy with her slightly red face as if I’ve just fucked her, her hair sticking to her sweaty face, and instead of gripping her hips and holding her against me so she can feel what she does to me against her ass that I will be taking when I win our bet, while I help her twist her hips, I press on the call button on Trick’s name.
“Brother,” he answers instantly, his tone full of tension, and I hear sniffles in the background.
“Fuck with it,” I demand as I eye my girl.
“Are you sure? She’ll hate you,” he says lowly, and I nod even though he can’t see me before I confirm verbally and repeat, “Fuck it with it and if they see there was a mistake fuck it with it again and again until they decide she isn’t worth it.”
My head is still scrambled, I don’t know if I’m staying in the club because my focus has been my girl and trying to give her all of me, but she can’t take that job, not until I figure out my shit about where I’ll end up.
Even if I haven’t kissed her yet, even I know where I go she will be going because I’m selfish and Boston isn’t fucking it.
“Brother, it’s an art teacher role,” he sighs, and I shake my head.
“I don’t care, she doesn’t want to teach, she wants to draw, I’ve seen enough ink and paint on her skin, fuck with it and do it now!” I snap lowly.
“I’m going to have to speak to Clark,” he grunts, and I know what he means.
“Do it,” I command, and he groans, “Shit,” understanding how serious I am if I’m allowing him to speak to his wife, before he asks loudly, “Buttercup, you want me to fuck with her job offer?”
“But she’ll hate me, I can’t lose her, too,” Clark chokes, and I swear my heart hurts for the girl.
Belle has been off for months, messing up a lot where the club is concerned, and Alexiana cut off all contact after Crusher cheated on her.
Kodi is her only friend left.
“It won’t be you who she hates,” he tries, but she denies, “It will be because she’ll know I told you.”
“Put me on speaker,” I demand as I look at Kodi to see she’s still occupied, and I state, “She’s my girl, Clark.”
I hear a gasp, and I explain, “I won’t let her take that job, I won’t let her leave.”
“I knew it!” Clark gasps, and Trick chuckles before he says seriously, “You can’t tell her that you know, let her tell you when she is ready.”
“Okay,” Clark whispers before she chokes, “do it, mess with her job,” and I sigh with relief.
“Okay,” he says softly before he says, “I’ll keep you informed, brother,” just as Clark says, “I’m glad she has you, Knuckles.”
I smile softly, and I murmur, “Thanks, Clark,” really fucking hoping I don’t let the girl down and hurt her friend.
Hanging up, I take a deep breath, trying to control my rage, but I soon relax when Kodi calls, “You ready to lose that bet?”
I smirk as I turn my head and look at her before I say, “Run,” and her eyes widen before she squeals and runs to the opposite side of the ring, climbing out, and I chuckle as I follow her giggles.
Yeah, she’s not fucking leaving, and I will figure my shit out because I won’t lose her.